Kamui Shirou sat in the heavy Baroque chair in the five-star hotel
restaurant. Fans were already swarming outside. He was dressed in his
favourite shirt and jacket, along with the purple glasses his mother bought
for him; his jet black hair gelled up to the side, his feminine features
moulded into an expression of worry. His pale skin seemed awkward in
contrast to the maroon of his blouse. His slender digits fiddled with his
tie, adjusting it more than ten times over the past five minutes. He was
sent here by his company to meet with the "new manager", a twenty-five year
old murderer. His body guards were nearby, so he felt a tad bit safer.
Kamui felt uneasy. The old manager sat beside him, constantly cooing,
"Relax, he's a nice guy."
The finely dressed waiters sauntered around him; one even stopped by him and asked for his order. "I'm waiting for someone." he replied when the luxurious glass doors of the restaurant opened and a man dressed in a fine black turtleneck and jeans strolled in. The man's black hair was short, the fringe a bit too long, covering the golden-brown eyes that hid behind thick lashes. The man's features were beautiful, a finely shaped face with high cheekbones, a nose the perfect size for his face, lips like that of an angel. Kamui flushed. He looked to his older manager to make sure it was the right guy. He took a deep breath.
"Over here, Mr. Monou." The man had looked up at him and actually moved toward him. Kamui's heart quickened. 'Mr. Monou' took the seat facing the door. There was awkward silence for the first few minutes until finally Kamui broke it. "Did you really kill that man?" His older manager stared at him with a strange expression.
Mr. Monou stared at him as of he'd just said 'hey, guess what? I just tried suicide'. Kamui flushed, he suddenly realized that no rock star, NO rock star, would ever ask their managers such questions. He looked onto the floor, embarrassed, afraid that Monou would make him lose his job.
"Yes, I did. But you have to accept me either way, don't you? You'll choose to believe whether I killed him or not, don't you?" Kamui looked up. Golden eyes locked with amethyst ones.
"Yes, I guess so." Again, silence overtook the atmosphere between the two, the soft tune of the restaurant's background music and the clinking of metal on porcelain completely alien. Kamui broke away from the intense gaze, feeling frightened. Kamui had been in the psychological line and Monou's gaze clearly screamed, 'I have nothing more to lose but my life.' He slowly brought his hands up to his shoulders, a small act of self consolation, before saying, "I understand. I'll enquire no further."
Monou's lips entertained a small smile. "Thank you."
They continued with business.
"I'm home..." Kamui slipped off his shoes, closing the door behind him, his cat 'Javert' welcoming him by rubbing against his pant legs. Kamui smiled as he picked his beloved pet up and carried him into his study. Kamui lived with his mother (quite embarrassing for a man at the age of twenty, let alone a rock star!) in a nice, cosy little apartment somewhere in the city. His mother was probably out for groceries or something. He set his cat on the table and practically thrown himself onto the velvet wing chair near the bay window. He unbuttoned the suit, lazily slipped it off his shoulders and placed it neatly on the side of the chair. He then unbuttoned the blouse, sighing and laying back as he did so. He was thinking about his case.
FLAHBACK "Sure, I killed him, but it was for 'self-defence'. He was trying to...never mind. They don't have enough evidence to lock me up as of yet. But that's why I have you here, isn't it? I made a clean kill anyway. I shouldn't be in trouble. My job is to make sure that you're secure, you know that, don't you?" Kamui nodded; not meeting the golden-brown eyes that he felt was piercing his very soul. "...Take advantage of you, am I right?" Monou's gaze became more intense. "Yes, that's right." He wondered why he didn't ask how Kamui found out. END OF FLASHBACK
"Honey?" Kamui's train of thought was hit by a landslide as his mother's high-pitched voice called out for her only son. Obviously, his mother wanted a girl, but got Kamui instead. "Yes mum?" Kamui yelled from the study, leading his mum into the room, hands holding a bowl of tonic of some sort. "Mum...not that again.........." he covered his eyes with his pale delicate hands, praying that the tonic soup would somehow miraculously disappear. "Now, sweetheart, don't you want to be pretty?" Kamui groaned. "No, ma, no...I'm a boy for Heaven's sake...." His father had passed away when he was a child, so he did not know such things like father and son bonding, only mother and son.
He cuddled up in bed, his legs wrapped around the soft bolster he slept with every night, Javert settling down comfortably beside his head. He rubbed his cheek against his comforter, opening an eye while reaching out to stroke the black silky fur of his cat. "I'm so scared of that man, Javert..." he whispered, his cat's golden eyes staring into his own golden- green ones. "I see death in his eyes, and it frightens me." "Darling, are you talking to that cat again?" Kamui frowned. "His name's Javert, Ma!" Javert purred softly, surrendering to the soft pressure applied behind his ears. Kamui fell asleep.
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Fuuma Monou sat alone in the apartment, his arms crossed, his long legs tucked beneath the black comforter of the dull coloured bed.
"Yes, that's right." Silence. He could read from the man's face that he was new in dealing with suspected murderers. This guy should be a counsellor, not a lawyer.
"Kamui Shirou, is it?" Fuuma allowed a secret smile to play upon his lips. He was going to like this Kamui, he knew he was.
"Good morning, Kamui." Kamui strolled into the office, his attire slightly wet from the rain outside. "Good morning, Keichii." Keichii was the bass guitarist of his band, "Forbidden haven". He shook the black umbrella a bit before slipping it into one of those long, waterproof plastic bags and leaving it in the umbrella holder in the hall. He made his way slowly to his cubicle, wiping the droplets of water off of his leather guitar case. His ebony hair wet. Keichii actually flushed. Not that anyone wouldn't in the presence of a guy that looks like a girl that looks like a guy. Not that Kamui noticed.
He propped his guitar case against the glass side of his the room, after which hurrying got the lounge to get himself a drink. "Ah, good morning, Alice." It was a ritual. Every morning Kamui reaches the studio, he would greet everyone in it, even the cleaners. "Good mornin', Mr. Shirou." Kamui smiled as he proceeded to the sink, the entire lounge filled with the sounds of running water a few minutes later. He returned to hell hole of a studio with a hot mug of chocolate in his hands. Keichii smiled at the young man. He still seemed as if he was too young to work.
Kamui sighed. His eyes travelled over to the little glass window of the door, at that exact moment, 'she' walked past. His eyes lingered on golden locks and pale skin. Ah...... Kotori. The most beautiful woman to have walked the earth. At least in his opinion. She was the very reason he joined the company anyway. He'd had this crush on her for god-knows-how- long and still hadn't been able to get over it. And there were three good reasons why he had to do it. 1) She was two years older than him. 2) She was married. 3) She even told him "You're a brother to me." Kamui's heart broke the moment she mentioned brother. After all, he was only seventeen. His new manager requested for another meeting with him, so he obliged.
The finely dressed waiters sauntered around him; one even stopped by him and asked for his order. "I'm waiting for someone." he replied when the luxurious glass doors of the restaurant opened and a man dressed in a fine black turtleneck and jeans strolled in. The man's black hair was short, the fringe a bit too long, covering the golden-brown eyes that hid behind thick lashes. The man's features were beautiful, a finely shaped face with high cheekbones, a nose the perfect size for his face, lips like that of an angel. Kamui flushed. He looked to his older manager to make sure it was the right guy. He took a deep breath.
"Over here, Mr. Monou." The man had looked up at him and actually moved toward him. Kamui's heart quickened. 'Mr. Monou' took the seat facing the door. There was awkward silence for the first few minutes until finally Kamui broke it. "Did you really kill that man?" His older manager stared at him with a strange expression.
Mr. Monou stared at him as of he'd just said 'hey, guess what? I just tried suicide'. Kamui flushed, he suddenly realized that no rock star, NO rock star, would ever ask their managers such questions. He looked onto the floor, embarrassed, afraid that Monou would make him lose his job.
"Yes, I did. But you have to accept me either way, don't you? You'll choose to believe whether I killed him or not, don't you?" Kamui looked up. Golden eyes locked with amethyst ones.
"Yes, I guess so." Again, silence overtook the atmosphere between the two, the soft tune of the restaurant's background music and the clinking of metal on porcelain completely alien. Kamui broke away from the intense gaze, feeling frightened. Kamui had been in the psychological line and Monou's gaze clearly screamed, 'I have nothing more to lose but my life.' He slowly brought his hands up to his shoulders, a small act of self consolation, before saying, "I understand. I'll enquire no further."
Monou's lips entertained a small smile. "Thank you."
They continued with business.
"I'm home..." Kamui slipped off his shoes, closing the door behind him, his cat 'Javert' welcoming him by rubbing against his pant legs. Kamui smiled as he picked his beloved pet up and carried him into his study. Kamui lived with his mother (quite embarrassing for a man at the age of twenty, let alone a rock star!) in a nice, cosy little apartment somewhere in the city. His mother was probably out for groceries or something. He set his cat on the table and practically thrown himself onto the velvet wing chair near the bay window. He unbuttoned the suit, lazily slipped it off his shoulders and placed it neatly on the side of the chair. He then unbuttoned the blouse, sighing and laying back as he did so. He was thinking about his case.
FLAHBACK "Sure, I killed him, but it was for 'self-defence'. He was trying to...never mind. They don't have enough evidence to lock me up as of yet. But that's why I have you here, isn't it? I made a clean kill anyway. I shouldn't be in trouble. My job is to make sure that you're secure, you know that, don't you?" Kamui nodded; not meeting the golden-brown eyes that he felt was piercing his very soul. "...Take advantage of you, am I right?" Monou's gaze became more intense. "Yes, that's right." He wondered why he didn't ask how Kamui found out. END OF FLASHBACK
"Honey?" Kamui's train of thought was hit by a landslide as his mother's high-pitched voice called out for her only son. Obviously, his mother wanted a girl, but got Kamui instead. "Yes mum?" Kamui yelled from the study, leading his mum into the room, hands holding a bowl of tonic of some sort. "Mum...not that again.........." he covered his eyes with his pale delicate hands, praying that the tonic soup would somehow miraculously disappear. "Now, sweetheart, don't you want to be pretty?" Kamui groaned. "No, ma, no...I'm a boy for Heaven's sake...." His father had passed away when he was a child, so he did not know such things like father and son bonding, only mother and son.
He cuddled up in bed, his legs wrapped around the soft bolster he slept with every night, Javert settling down comfortably beside his head. He rubbed his cheek against his comforter, opening an eye while reaching out to stroke the black silky fur of his cat. "I'm so scared of that man, Javert..." he whispered, his cat's golden eyes staring into his own golden- green ones. "I see death in his eyes, and it frightens me." "Darling, are you talking to that cat again?" Kamui frowned. "His name's Javert, Ma!" Javert purred softly, surrendering to the soft pressure applied behind his ears. Kamui fell asleep.
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Fuuma Monou sat alone in the apartment, his arms crossed, his long legs tucked beneath the black comforter of the dull coloured bed.
"Yes, that's right." Silence. He could read from the man's face that he was new in dealing with suspected murderers. This guy should be a counsellor, not a lawyer.
"Kamui Shirou, is it?" Fuuma allowed a secret smile to play upon his lips. He was going to like this Kamui, he knew he was.
"Good morning, Kamui." Kamui strolled into the office, his attire slightly wet from the rain outside. "Good morning, Keichii." Keichii was the bass guitarist of his band, "Forbidden haven". He shook the black umbrella a bit before slipping it into one of those long, waterproof plastic bags and leaving it in the umbrella holder in the hall. He made his way slowly to his cubicle, wiping the droplets of water off of his leather guitar case. His ebony hair wet. Keichii actually flushed. Not that anyone wouldn't in the presence of a guy that looks like a girl that looks like a guy. Not that Kamui noticed.
He propped his guitar case against the glass side of his the room, after which hurrying got the lounge to get himself a drink. "Ah, good morning, Alice." It was a ritual. Every morning Kamui reaches the studio, he would greet everyone in it, even the cleaners. "Good mornin', Mr. Shirou." Kamui smiled as he proceeded to the sink, the entire lounge filled with the sounds of running water a few minutes later. He returned to hell hole of a studio with a hot mug of chocolate in his hands. Keichii smiled at the young man. He still seemed as if he was too young to work.
Kamui sighed. His eyes travelled over to the little glass window of the door, at that exact moment, 'she' walked past. His eyes lingered on golden locks and pale skin. Ah...... Kotori. The most beautiful woman to have walked the earth. At least in his opinion. She was the very reason he joined the company anyway. He'd had this crush on her for god-knows-how- long and still hadn't been able to get over it. And there were three good reasons why he had to do it. 1) She was two years older than him. 2) She was married. 3) She even told him "You're a brother to me." Kamui's heart broke the moment she mentioned brother. After all, he was only seventeen. His new manager requested for another meeting with him, so he obliged.